This is my first effort in writing an erotic story. It is the first chapter in what I am calling The Adventures of John Law. Many more will follow. Many thanks to LexxRuthless for his help.
I would appreciate comments and feedback on this series. These are fictional accounts of fictional characters. Any likenesses or similarities are purely coincidental. This first chapter is listed in the incest/taboo topic and involves sex between a mother and son. In no way do I condone such activity. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
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My name is John Law. Seriously, that is my name which most people find funny because I am a former cop. Before becoming a cop, I spent 23 years in the Army. I grew up in the 50's in Tucson, Arizona. My family was poor, but I didn't realize it until I got into high school. My Dad fought in World War II. When he got home, he met and married my Mom. He took out a VA loan and bought a small 2-bedroom house.
My older brother had his own bedroom and I slept with my mom and dad until I was about 8 years old. I was so young that I barely recall it now. Eventually, we got a couch with a pull-out bed for the living room and that was where I slept until I was a teenager. After my brother joined the army and moved across the country, I got his bedroom.
Dad worked long hours at a plastic factory on the other side of town. He only had Sundays off. It seems incredible now, but our family couldn't afford a car. Dad caught the bus to and from work every day. Back then there was no minimum wage. There also wasn't overtime. Dad busted his ass at work, and I can appreciate it now. At the time, though, he constantly rode my ass and I hated him for it.
My mother was a waitress, and all that time spent on her feet really kept her body in great shape. She was 41 when I graduated high school. Back then we didn't use the term "MILF" but if you saw her picture from back then, that's probably what you would call her. She was very attractive, with slightly wavy auburn hair and green eyes. Her legs were long and shapely, and, unlike my father, she didn't have a beer gut. Most of the time when she was at home, she wore a short, sheer nightgown. Mom never wore a bra around the house, and her generous breasts were easily visible through the thin material. At the time, I didn't have any other women to compare her to. I just assumed all women had nice, big, firm tits like my mom. I saw her hairy bush and sexy round ass almost every day.
I played football and ran track in high school. Most of my friends were jocks who liked to work out after school. I lifted weights with them and by the time I was 18, I had really packed on the muscle. I was 5'11" and weighed 195 lbs., with very little body fat. The problem was, most of my friends were just as buff, so I didn't think of myself as being in great shape. Dad didn't make it any easier. He would sneer that lifting weights wasn't "real work."
I was socially awkward. I had the normal teenage self-consciousness which was compounded when I realized that my family was not as well off as my friends were. My best friend had a car, and he invited me to go on double dates, but it just wasn't the same. I was also ashamed to take a girl home because of our small house, compared to the ones my friends lived in.
All of that added up to me not being sexually active with any girls all through high school. The closest I ever got was making out like crazy and feeling up a girl in the back seat of my friend's car during one of our double dates. I did get that far with a handful of girls, but never as far as seeing their breasts or pussies. It was frustrating. Constantly seeing my mother parading around the house in those sexy little nightgowns didn't help, either. Once I started getting boners, it was embarrassing that I was getting them from seeing my own mom. I was careful to hide it whenever I got hard around her. After my brother left, I could at least retreat to the privacy of my own room when that happened.
What made it worse was that as I got older, I became increasingly aware of just how attractive my mother was. Oh, there were a lot of cute girls in my high school. I would have happily had sex with lots of them if I wasn't too embarrassed to ask them out. But my mother was a sexy woman. I kept finding myself staring whenever she bent over, fixating on her gorgeous, plump backside and the occasional glimpses of her pussy or asshole. That never failed to arouse me.
From then until the end of my senior year, I just felt hornier all the time. It didn't make me any less awkward when I tried to talk to girls. After I graduated, I looked forward to enjoying one last summer before finding a job and starting work.
My mom was fine with that idea. "You should enjoy some time off, Johnny," she said with a lovely smile. Dad...well that just confirmed for him what a "lazy little shit" I was.
That first weekend after graduation changed everything. Saturday morning my dad left the house a little before 6:00 am. My mom went to work around noon. During the past school year, she would usually wake me up around 7:00 am. It was the highlight of my day, waking up to find my mother standing next to my bed with a fresh cup of coffee for me—while still wearing a sheer shorty nightgown. She would lean over to carefully hand me the mug of hot coffee, giving me a marvelous show of her hanging breasts in the process. Afterwards, she would turn and leave my room. Usually I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Sometimes I would get to see even more.
That first Saturday morning of the summer, I awoke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and I could sense that my mom was standing by the bed. When I opened my eyes, I saw her staring at me—but not at my face. I realized I had my normal morning woody but unlike most mornings I was not covered by sheets or a blanket. At some point I had pushed my covers aside, and my dick was sticking straight up.
Now I'm not going to say I had a massive foot-long cock. I considered myself "normal" at about 7 ½ inches with a pretty good girth. It seemed to have my mother's undivided attention, until she realized I was awake and looking at her. After an awkward moment, my mom said, "Well, it looks like my little boy has grown into a man right before my eyes."
I should have been embarrassed and rushed to cover myself. After all, I had been careful to avoid letting her see my arousal all these years. But for some unknown reason, I didn't care that she could see it. Instead I asked "Mom, why do you always come in my room with no panties or a bra?"
She blinked and thought about it for a second before answering. "Johnny, I've always dressed like this around the house. It never crossed my mind that it was a problem."
It still wasn't a problem in her mind. She didn't bother to cover her breasts, and I could clearly see that her nipples were hard. I hadn't bothered to cover myself, and her eyes followed the head of my cock as it rose and fell with my breathing. I may have gotten harder, knowing that she was looking at my dick. Emboldened, and knowing that she wasn't looking at my face, I let my eyes wander over her body. I licked my lips as I stared at her dark bush.
There was something unreal about that moment. I found myself asking something I would never have dared.
"Mom," I said softly. "I have never had this thing in a girl before. How would you like to teach me how it's supposed to be done?"
She turned red and at first, I thought she was going to scream at me and tell me she was going to tell dad what I had suggested. Instead, she just sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "You mean to tell me you have never had sex before?"
I shook my head sadly. I explained to her that I never had the chance because I didn't have a car to do it in, and I was too embarrassed to bring a girl to my room, so I just had to do without.
She said, "Johnny, I wish I could help you, but that would be so wrong. A mother is not supposed to do that with her son."
"Well, it might be wrong," I replied, "but I don't think a mother is supposed to walk around in a nightie so sheer that her son can see her tits and her pussy either."
